When My Eyes Grow Dim

 “When My Eyes Grow Dim”

(a poem from the heart of someone nearing Heaven)

I’ve walked this earth
with worn-out feet,
with knees that bent
in joy and grief.
I’ve seen the sun rise
on a thousand days—
and whispered prayers
through nights of gray.

My hands have held
both life and loss,
and every wrinkle
bears a cost.
Each line, a story
etched in skin,
of battles fought
and grace within.

And now I sit
where time runs slow,
where memories bloom
and young ones grow.
The world keeps turning,
soft and fast—
but I can feel
I’m nearing last.

And oh—how my soul
has longed to see
the One who walked
the waves for me.
Who bore the weight
of all my sin,
and called me daughter,
called me friend.

I wonder how
His voice will sound,
when my feet first touch
that holy ground.
Will angels sing?
Will I still cry,
when I behold
those nail-scarred thighs?

I’ve read His words
a thousand times,
but soon I’ll see
the One behind.
And every ache,
and every tear,
will vanish when
He draws me near.

So if these breaths
are numbered few,
don’t weep for me—
I’m going home to Truth.
Where no more pain
or shadows lie—
just Jesus’ face
and Heaven’s sky.

When my eyes grow dim,
don’t fear the night—
I’ll be stepping into
perfect Light.
And the first thing
that I hope to do…
is fall at His feet
and whisper—
“Thank You.”